Third World Dreamer & Other Poems

by Penn House

Third World Dreamer

Sleep my fear—please sleep before me. This third world dreamer has nothing but her dream so please, please, please my fear, hide under the covers and give me this hour—please, please. Please let me dream…

I sip the cold coffee from my broken mug. My lips sift the undissolved powder until the bitter liquid reaches my tongue. I hold my paper out to the thread of fire. Watching it burn, I feel the hot liquid melting from my eyes, scarring my skin darkened by the sun.

I let the flaming paper land on the tens and hundreds of manuscripts that had taken hundreds and thousands of hours of my damned life. I raise the mug to my parched mouth, sifting the undissolved ashes until the heated coffee burns my tongue.

Sleep my dream—please sleep after me. This third world dreamer has nothing but her fear so please, please, please my dream, hide under the burn papers and give me this hour—please, please. Please let me fear…

Lost in Translation

I’ll let the world translateThat I am giving up todayI desperately want you nearThat’s why I have to disappear

I hope this pain dissipates With the words we can’t translateI hope it goes with all the fearsAnd everything else that you refused to hear

My Muse

When love veneersBeyond world’s dark atmosphereWhen the space found its starWhen body was set apart from heart

The soul received the meteor rainWith the mind aboard a planeMy feet will never touch the landUntil my hands reach your hands

Thunders stormed and lightnings struckI had caught all the rocksI went down but I went back upSo I could meet you at the top

One day my world will shakeAnd finally be awakeBut that time, Reality and dream will fuseWhen the artist met its muse

Empty Mind

There’s no water only moistureMy brain turned glass after tortureDisaster; the pictureMy head starts to crackI saw my fingersI am a writer, a dreamerWith mind riding in a roller coasterUntil a seizureI falter, a disease attackedI am a liar with no futureMy head always stopsI tried to be a fighterI move forwardBut once again I’m trappedI looked at this paperIt is a disasterIt ended up a crap